I thought the ending of Part Two left an opening for this submission, which is from Lucy's point of view. Please let me know what you think to this instalment.
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I had been hung by my wrists, my legs spread and tied, nipples tied and weights hung from them. I was blindfolded, and SO horny. I had a vibrator in my pussy, and dildo up my ass. It was so incredibly erotic being used this way. I was completely helpless, and LOVED it. I hadn't been totally honest with my Master before. We had met in a sex personals site, and loved our 'cam time' so much we arranged to meet up. I had told him I was new to the scene, never in a real life submissive role, but I had.
My last master had been cruel. I don't have many boundaries, but he didn't understand that. He didn't care about me, just what he could get from me. My Master now, I can tell he really cares about me. It's in the way he explains why he does stuff. He doesn't just torture me for no reason, He does it because He knows I love it. It's in the way he speaks to me, treats me, all within my boundaries (no blood, broken bones, permanent damage or breath play). Always kind and soft, never yelling or cruel (well, no more cruel than what's fantastic).It is hard to explain; most women would read this and think I'm pathetic. Well I'm not. I have my own views on stuff, and my Master respects that, and takes it into consideration before giving the orders.
I have no idea how long I have been tied like this. Master said it would be two hours, but that felt like two years ago. My mind was spinning with lust and a desperate need to orgasm. I had a desperate need to suck my Masters cock, I had briefly tasted it once, and it sent me wild, which is why I'm here. I sucked His cock without permission. I tried not to, just could not resist. Now I know He was going to torture me terribly. Not with whips or clamps (too much anyway), but with my agonising need to suck that cock. I still had his come on my face, dripping down over my tits.
I wasn't gagged, but had been told not to make a sound. I couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't the pain, that was turning me on more and more, and I even wished they were tighter or heavier. That's when He came into the room. I could hear his footsteps on the floor. I felt his fingers on my face, through my long brown hair. God His touch was exquisite. He asked me if I had learned control yet. I almost answered when I remembered he hadn't said to speak, so I nodded.